Semua Bab Ashmoor Unseen Wolf : Bab 151 - Bab 160

Lucien’s POVThe corridors of Ashmoor Academy tasted of chalk dust and quickened breaths. The sharp tang of pencil shavings undercut by a steady hum of nerves. Sneakers squeaked against waxed linoleum, and the murmur of frantic memorization slithered through the air. Exams. Students scurried like ants toward the examination halls, clutching their notes as though their lives depended on them.Mine? My life depended on none of this.I wasn’t here to pass biology or calculus. I was here for one reason only: Diana.The so-called fragile girl with secrets stitched beneath her skin. The girl the Sovereign whispered about. The girl I had orders to shadow.Yet fate, ever the mocking jester, had pulled its cruelest trick. Because instead of a ruthless assassin for a mate, the kind of woman who would slit throats at my side and laugh with blood on her hands, the Moon Goddess had tied me to Eva.Eva.She painted her lips crimson every morning, giggled too loudly, and burned with obsession for Di

Sovereign’s POVThe morning opened on a knife-edge. A cold unease slid beneath my ribs before the sun had fully climbed the sky.I yanked open the shutters and let the pale light spill across shelves bowed with books, jars of crushed herbs, and relics filched from older ages. Dust motes swarmed in the beam like mocking spirits. My fingertips brushed familiar spines; leather warm with years, until they hit empty air.The leather-bound volume with its cracked spine should have been there. Instead the space gaped at me like a missing tooth.“No.” The word left me in pieces as I flipped volumes aside, pages whispering under my hands. My skin prickled; the air tasted faintly of iron and old paper. Panic was a bitter thing on my tongue, but I swallowed it. That book was not mere parchment and ink, it was the tether between mortality and the endlessness I craved. My late wife had given it to me before she died; without it, longevity was smoke, and the revenge I’d sworn for her would be stole

Diana’s POVThe dorm hallway still trembled with the echoes of Kael’s roar. The stones seemed to hold their breath, dust drifting down in thin streams from the ceiling. My ears rang, my chest ached, and my palms wouldn’t stop shaking.Eva clutched my arm, her knuckles bloodless. “Diana, listen to me! George, Kael’s assistant, once gave me his card. If anyone can calm him, it’s him. I’ll call him now.”Her urgency beat against the fog in my skull, but my head felt stuffed with cotton. Kael’s golden, feral eyes still burned behind my lids. The chaos. The blood. The screams, they clawed at me, dragging me back into the nightmare.Eva could call whoever she wanted, but I knew one truth: I had to go down there and stop Kael.Before I could speak, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I fumbled it out, the screen a weak glow against the too-bright hallway lights.Di.My breath caught. My twin sister.I answered in a whisper. “Di? Now is not the…”“Shut up and listen,” she hissed. Her voice was shar

Abegail’s POVA fire had raged in my veins since Kelvin’s hands first pinned me to the sheets. Heat licked along my skin as his body pressed into mine; urgent, hungry, as if he needed to prove something not only to me but to the whole damned world.I let him have me hard and fast, like a storm ripping through a narrow valley, and I returned him with equal ferocity. Our moans bounced off the carved wooden walls of Kael’s mansion — Kael’s. But soon, no longer.When at last we collapsed in a tangle of sweat, lips, and ragged breaths, Kelvin rolled to the side, laughing breathlessly. His laughter wasn’t light; it carried the sharp edge of triumph, the giddy madness of a man who had climbed out of the shadows and finally stolen the sun.I propped myself on one elbow and traced a fingertip across the sweat-slick planes of his chest. “You feel it, don’t you? This is ours. No more living in Kael’s shadow, no more begging for scraps. Everything he has, will be ours.”Kelvin tipped his head, a

Diana’s POVThe sitting room smelled of fried plantain and lemon detergent; warm, homely, yet suffocating, like a blanket pressed too tightly against my skin. I shifted in my seat while Eva’s mother poured tea into tiny porcelain cups. The clink of spoon against saucer was too loud, too polite, too safe for the storm boiling inside me.Eva sat beside me, her hand brushing mine, eyes shining like she’d just won a prize. “I’m so glad you’re here, Diana. Finally, we can spend nights together. I’ve already set up the spare bed.”My throat tightened. Her happiness pressed against me, heavy and stifling, like a velvet cloak I couldn’t shrug off. My mother’s voice cut through the soft chatter: “Eva, don’t say it like that. We aren’t staying. First thing tomorrow morning, we’re leaving for my hometown. I already called my sister. She’ll take us in.”The words struck me like stones. My chest collapsed. Tomorrow? Leaving? Vicky’s warning rang in my head like a drumbeat: If you don’t move now,